Away in a Madhouse... [Active | Open]
Who: Kuchiki Rukia, open
Where: Parlour
When: Day 001
What: A very confused Shinigami turns up somewhere she isn't supposed to be. WTFery ensues.
Warnings: Startling the death god is not necessarily a good idea. Just sayin'.
Whatever this place was, it wasn't where she had intended to go when she stepped through the gate. For one, it didn't feel anything at all like the human world; the atmosphere was cold, and she could feel the eyes of a presence outside her perception in the background, watching.
And the last time Rukia checked, the senkaimon did NOT open into people's homes.
This house obviously had not been lived in for a long time - there was dust everywhere, thick enough that it obscured the surfaces beneath. At least no one was likely to spot her walking through the gate; that would be many different kinds of awkward, and she didn't think she could take much more weird at the moment. Her gigai felt a little heavier than normal, but the things never did feel quite right to her anyway. Not since Urahara slipped her the one that nearly got her killed.
"What the hell is going on here?" she asked no one in particular, her husky voice betraying her confusion.
Where: Parlour
When: Day 001
What: A very confused Shinigami turns up somewhere she isn't supposed to be. WTFery ensues.
Warnings: Startling the death god is not necessarily a good idea. Just sayin'.
Whatever this place was, it wasn't where she had intended to go when she stepped through the gate. For one, it didn't feel anything at all like the human world; the atmosphere was cold, and she could feel the eyes of a presence outside her perception in the background, watching.
And the last time Rukia checked, the senkaimon did NOT open into people's homes.
This house obviously had not been lived in for a long time - there was dust everywhere, thick enough that it obscured the surfaces beneath. At least no one was likely to spot her walking through the gate; that would be many different kinds of awkward, and she didn't think she could take much more weird at the moment. Her gigai felt a little heavier than normal, but the things never did feel quite right to her anyway. Not since Urahara slipped her the one that nearly got her killed.
"What the hell is going on here?" she asked no one in particular, her husky voice betraying her confusion.